As I sat having coffee this morning, listening to a chorus of birds, I felt increased pain in my back from the auto accident I was in last Tuesday. It’s hard to tell is its just sore or if something new is wrong. I’ll let the doctors help me figure that out.
But what I was aware of in the darkness of the Monday of Holy Week is that pain quiets one down and invites a deeper focus. There is less movement, deeper breaths, a quietude grounded in pain. Pain and stillness were partners this morning as I prayed about all that Jesus faces in the week ahead.